"So what's one thing you like a woman to do while having sex?"
Where did THAT come from? I look up from my book, a little surprised.
"You want to hear about me having sex?"
"Something men enjoy"
"Yeah," I chuckle. "You first."
She smiles demurely, "I asked you first."
There's a subtle song in her voice. I'm 40. Twice her age. Old enough to be her father. I'm a safe person to flirt with. She's testing boundaries or experimenting or something like that.
I dodge. "Men are all different. I can tell you what I like, but it might not apply to other men."
She weaves. "So tell me. What do you like?"
I really don't want her to think I'm some creepy old man, but she is a beautiful young woman. Intelligent in conversation. Comfortable to hang out with. A bright flame whose smile and laughter radiates and warms the people around her. Maybe I worry too much? Maybe I should just see what happens?
Let her lead the way. "You really want to know? well, OK - but you tell me something first."
She twists to lean over the arm of the couch in my direction, pulling herself forward slightly so that her shoulders and chest hang over the arm. It's difficult to keep my eyes away from the neckline of her blouse, but I manage.